A Four-Layer Morning



It's a four-layer morning ...

The kind that keels the awnings

From the weight of the ice

... So heavy, there's a price



For once all that ice thaws into ground

Those poles will crumble - no longer sound

And all the top-panels they supported ...

Will slide away - completely thwarted



It's a four-layer morning

And the walking's a scorning ...

Climbing the hill's like scaling Everest

Worse ... if you're not properly dressed



For the cold, combined with the exertion

Takes over your mind, and the excursion

Infiltrates your lungs, causing congealing

Making you feel sick, instead of healing



It's a four-layer morning

And the extreme cold dawning

Makes you rush back inside

For more garments to slide



Over your head and up legs

... All those extras on the pegs

The extra heavy, baggy sweats

The hooded tops with no outlets



Except what you need to 

Stick the head and arms thru

And even those you double

Believe me, it's worth the trouble!!!



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

7:52am Sunday, Jan. 10th, 1999